Joey Diaz

Now, the way I grew up, you know, the Cuban men's side of me was supposed to... Right. The pre-revolution Cubans. Right. Italians, too. Catholics. They won't go in a room if there's a gay man in the room. I always thought that was... The fuck? You can't be in... I won't go in there. Why? Because you're a machismo type of dude? So that... But my mother...

Now, the way I grew up, you know, the Cuban men's side of me was supposed to... Right. The pre-revolution Cubans. Right. Italians, too. Catholics. They won't go in a room if there's a gay man in the room. I always thought that was... The fuck? You can't be in... I won't go in there. Why? Because you're a machismo type of dude? So that... But my mother...

was the one that goes, no, they're fucking... And then we had a gay guy in our neighborhood. I told you about this guy. He worked with my mother. He was a designer on Broadway for some plays. He would design the carpet. But at night, he sold coke. It was like 1975, and he would come to the bar, and I knew he was gay. His name was Madin.

was the one that goes, no, they're fucking... And then we had a gay guy in our neighborhood. I told you about this guy. He worked with my mother. He was a designer on Broadway for some plays. He would design the carpet. But at night, he sold coke. It was like 1975, and he would come to the bar, and I knew he was gay. His name was Madin.

was the one that goes, no, they're fucking... And then we had a gay guy in our neighborhood. I told you about this guy. He worked with my mother. He was a designer on Broadway for some plays. He would design the carpet. But at night, he sold coke. It was like 1975, and he would come to the bar, and I knew he was gay. His name was Madin.

We call him Madin and Maricón because that's what that means in Spanish. Maricón means fag in Spanish. So that was his open name in the Cuban community. But one day he came into my mother's bar and there was two bookies. I was like a kid. I was playing that shuffleboard. Remember when you play the sawdust and you spray it? I'm playing the shuffleboard. And he was right there.

We call him Madin and Maricón because that's what that means in Spanish. Maricón means fag in Spanish. So that was his open name in the Cuban community. But one day he came into my mother's bar and there was two bookies. I was like a kid. I was playing that shuffleboard. Remember when you play the sawdust and you spray it? I'm playing the shuffleboard. And he was right there.

We call him Madin and Maricón because that's what that means in Spanish. Maricón means fag in Spanish. So that was his open name in the Cuban community. But one day he came into my mother's bar and there was two bookies. I was like a kid. I was playing that shuffleboard. Remember when you play the sawdust and you spray it? I'm playing the shuffleboard. And he was right there.

And the two bookies were in the corner. And the one guy goes, look who it is. And this motherfucker pulled out a .32. Oh, Jesus. And he goes, listen, I'm going to tell the both of you that unless you suck my dick or I fuck your ass, you don't have the right to call me Martin the Fag. So say it again, I'm going to shoot both of these. And my mom is yelling at him, Martin, Martin, Coco's behind you.

And the two bookies were in the corner. And the one guy goes, look who it is. And this motherfucker pulled out a .32. Oh, Jesus. And he goes, listen, I'm going to tell the both of you that unless you suck my dick or I fuck your ass, you don't have the right to call me Martin the Fag. So say it again, I'm going to shoot both of these. And my mom is yelling at him, Martin, Martin, Coco's behind you.

And the two bookies were in the corner. And the one guy goes, look who it is. And this motherfucker pulled out a .32. Oh, Jesus. And he goes, listen, I'm going to tell the both of you that unless you suck my dick or I fuck your ass, you don't have the right to call me Martin the Fag. So say it again, I'm going to shoot both of these. And my mom is yelling at him, Martin, Martin, Coco's behind you.

If they start shooting at each other, I'm right here. I lift my head up. I'm like, oh, and Martin's like... And all of a sudden, Martin left. So the next day, I guess he called my mother to apologize. And Martin, my mother made Martin come and apologize to me. And when he opened the door, and he was like, I'm very sorry about pulling out the gun, I go... Fuck that. You're my new Charles Bronson.

If they start shooting at each other, I'm right here. I lift my head up. I'm like, oh, and Martin's like... And all of a sudden, Martin left. So the next day, I guess he called my mother to apologize. And Martin, my mother made Martin come and apologize to me. And when he opened the door, and he was like, I'm very sorry about pulling out the gun, I go... Fuck that. You're my new Charles Bronson.

If they start shooting at each other, I'm right here. I lift my head up. I'm like, oh, and Martin's like... And all of a sudden, Martin left. So the next day, I guess he called my mother to apologize. And Martin, my mother made Martin come and apologize to me. And when he opened the door, and he was like, I'm very sorry about pulling out the gun, I go... Fuck that. You're my new Charles Bronson.

I gave him a fucking hug, and he became my best friend after that. And I respected him because he was going through hate. Yeah, real hate. In the mid-'70s, he would come back once a week with a black eye or a busted lip. He went to a bar in the village, and there'd be guys waiting for him on the way out. And I always respected that dude. Like, always respected him for that.

I gave him a fucking hug, and he became my best friend after that. And I respected him because he was going through hate. Yeah, real hate. In the mid-'70s, he would come back once a week with a black eye or a busted lip. He went to a bar in the village, and there'd be guys waiting for him on the way out. And I always respected that dude. Like, always respected him for that.

I gave him a fucking hug, and he became my best friend after that. And I respected him because he was going through hate. Yeah, real hate. In the mid-'70s, he would come back once a week with a black eye or a busted lip. He went to a bar in the village, and there'd be guys waiting for him on the way out. And I always respected that dude. Like, always respected him for that.

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